"Nah, Shy's too good-looking to be Kerrigan." -Ams
"LOL. You had me going there for a minute." -Jace
*STAB* -Ams

"You guys are frakked up. I love you all." -Ams

"I present thee with thy Amulet of Lool*.
*Grants the user +10 Humor. Results may vary." -Jace
"Maybe if you had worn it, that joke would had been funny. " -Xaph

"And out of the ground the Lord God made every tree grow that is pleasant to the sight and good for food. The tree of life was also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil."
-Genesis 2:9

The massive vacation ship was heaven inside of the galaxy. Jake explored many parts of himself including a relationship that had sprung from the least likely situation. He had made two ideal friends, strange, but friends. Moving towards the bed of the shirtless Landon, Jake collapsed onto his lover at the precise moment of a chime at the door.

Jake already ignored several guests, but he had a feeling this one was important pushing Landon outside of the bed and pointing towards the bathroom. With a naked Landon running and enclosing the door, Jake opened the door to see Alexander standing in front of him. The blonde teenager's eyes widen; filled with emotional regret.

"You're here." Alexander spoke softly, his mouth collapsing into fear. Jake nodded and waited for more, before Alexander drew a knife and slashed at Jake's chest.

"WHAT THE FRAK" Jake screamed at the teenager, as adrenaline pumped through the boys' body. Their minds reacting to each other in a fraction of the normal. Jake wanted to scream for Landon, but he could sense his demise was very near.

Alexander tossed the blade, the metal swooshing in mid air before pinning Jake against the wall.

Fresh blood spilled over his wound and onto the expensive flooring, as he screamed in agony. His eyes shouted with betrayal as Alexander leaned in and skillfully grabbed the blade, his arms holding Jake in place. With tears Alexander looked into the scene kid and pressed the knife near his heart.

"Why?" Jake wept, but it was silenced as the blade pierced the vital organ. Agent Risso of the Xixillinion Syndicate cried as he had become close to the boy, enough to consider him a friend. Bending towards the lips of the gasping Jake, Alexander kissed the dying male, feeling the ending of his life slip from his body.

Jake's mind raced, a brightness overcoming him in his moment of death and passing. A female voice called to him, "Jake, honey." Jake turned, the pain and sorrow leaving him instantly as his mother appeared.

Was this the afterlife? His mother grinned, as Jake flashed back to the Titan's estateroom.

He was dying, his life faded as the blonde pulled the blade from his heart and positioned the blade over his throat.

Once again, Jake phased into his mother's realm. Her eyes were calm with her hands stretched towards him. "Let go, honey. Let go." Jake shook his head, but it was too late. Alexander had slashed his throat. There would be no return, no life.

-Landon Miles escaped, sent to the medics for examination and determined he did NOT committ the murder. Instead, an investigation was lead to believe another blonde male escaped the crime scene and is currently AT LARGE

-Alexander Risso, I prefer, is not caught and escapes the Titan. (He timed the murder with easy departure from the ship)

Sweat poured down my face as I worked the heavy bag in one of the Titan's many gymnasiums. It would be foolish to let the holiday interfere with my training. It was also a good way to get rid of the anger that was bubbling beneath the surface. It had been that way since Tiara had visited and was annoying the hell out of me. I knew that I wouldn't be able to get rid of this feeling until I made a decision about my future and for that I would need to get the hell off this ship.

First class was good but after a while it started to play mind games, especially with someone such as myself. It felt like years since the ship left Coruscant and I was anxious to get back to work. I also needed to see one of the higher ups about transferring out of the ISB. Whatever I wanted to do about Tiara and I had a fairly good idea of what that was, I would be better suited to working in intelligence. So it was intelligence that I would go for.

In order to do that I figured I would go to the top, to Ams Jendob himself to request the transfer. With any luck I wouldn't need to cite specific reasons why I wanted to get in. Jendob probably wouldn't believe that I wanted to keep an eye on my sister to make sure she didn't get any anti-Imperial ideas and he probably wouldn't like that I was sleeping with my civilian secretary. If this didn't pan out I wasn't sure what I could do. I couldn't stay with the ISB but at the same time I didn't want to leave the Empire.

It didn't matter either way; I had until the Titan arrived on Coruscant to decide my next move._________________Colonel Jacen Tranada
Agent Alderaan 333
Project Blackbriar

It was not every day that I got refused entry to a bar, especially one aboard a cruise liner. Imagine my surprise then when I gtt refused entry to every single bar along the nightclub strip. There was a picture of my face in every security office from my stint in jail. Almost an hour since I left my room for the bar I gave up, walking back down the strip in the direction of my room. Tonight was gonna be a boy night in.

"Hey!" a voice called out from behind me. I didn't turn around; the odds were pretty high that the woman wasn't calling me. The voice grew more and more insistant but I didn't turn around until she said the magic word, "GENERAL!"

That did it. I turned around to see a good looking blonde with an athlete's body and a low-cut dress.

"You called?" I said, stopping.
"Why didn't you stop?" she asked, sounding mildly irritated.
"I wasn't sure if you were calling me," I replied, "there are a lot of people milling about calling out to others. How do you know my rank?"
"From this," she said, handing me a photo of myself. On the back was my name, rank and room number beside a stain that looked remarkably like blood.
"Where is she?" I asked, recognising Jessica's photo of me.
"Dead," the woman replied.
"Figlio di a femmina," I swore, "how?"
"Come, I will show you."

The woman lead me back along the strip towards a staff only door. She punched a code into the pad beside the door and opened it. I followed her through, wishing I had a weapon on me. I shut the door behind me and looked around for a light switch. I found it and flicked it on, shielding myself from the glare. Once my eyes adjusted I looked over at the woman, who was now naked from the waist up. I raised an eyebrow at her before someone wrapped a bag around my face.

I struggled, hitting out at the person as they stuck a needle in my neck. My muscles went dead as I collapsed to the floor. The last thing I saw before I was pitched into unconsciousness was the woman putting her top back on._________________Colonel Jacen Tranada
Agent Alderaan 333
Project Blackbriar

As the Titan's docking collar engaged with the Imperial Custsom platform, Ar'alani gave a mental sigh of relief. While it had been nice to 'blow off a little steam', as humans put it, it would be even more enjoyable to get back to work with the Oligarchy. Briefly Ar'alani wondered what she had missed during the cruise, then made a mental note to tune into the news archives once she was back aboard the Prowler.

The light above the airlock turned green, and the crowd of passengers surged forward, forming into lines where the Imerial officials would check their bags and scan them for any stowaways they might have picked up during the voyage, unwanted or not. Ar'alani was able to pass through her booth without too much trouble, but as she watched a man two booths down from her was engaged in a quiet but intense argument with one of the officials. Obviously he had lost something during the voyage and wanted more time to search for it.

Ar'alani cleared that line of though from her mind. It was of no concern of hers. Raising the comlink to her lips she spoke. "Commander, report."

"Be'ruto here, ma'am. No intruders detected. The ship is clean."

"Contact the customs agency and tell them we would like our droids returned to us. As soon as I am aboard and the paperwork is filled out, disengage the docking clamp and set a course for Maridun."

"Nah, Shy's too good-looking to be Kerrigan." -Ams
"LOL. You had me going there for a minute." -Jace
*STAB* -Ams

"You guys are frakked up. I love you all." -Ams

"I present thee with thy Amulet of Lool*.
*Grants the user +10 Humor. Results may vary." -Jace
"Maybe if you had worn it, that joke would had been funny. " -Xaph

"And out of the ground the Lord God made every tree grow that is pleasant to the sight and good for food. The tree of life was also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil."
-Genesis 2:9

This is quite possibly the worst post I've ever made, but I want to get back to Denon, now.

Shayera and Nevin entered the large spaceport. Wearing dark glasses over his eyes, Nevin was anxious. It had been weeks since he had arrived on Coruscant. Each day was a day too long.

Promptly they came to the ticket-taker. As Shayera presented the tickets, Nevin surveyed the vicinity. People were steadily aligning themselves at the various other booths; some were already heading to the shuttle ships.